He loses himself to the kiss, for more than a moment, there's nothing sweeter or kinder than the feeling of Hawke's lips against his. Like the first time he says and for a moment Anders can feel the jump of ecstasy of that first moment when he'd desperately claimed Hawke's lips for his own in his clinic. There'd been a rumble then, something that spoke of disapproval and a whisper that he shouldn't be doing this that ran through his head that he'd might have thought his own feeling if not for how perfect kissing Hawke felt. He'd never felt such a clear distinction between his desires and Justice's than in that moment.

The feeling had faded with time and Justice's approval, but now it was just him in his head and he could revel in the perfection of being with the man who would always hold every part of him. He was not a man who liked to be trapped, but Adalwolfe Hawke was not a cage, he was armor to wrap Anders in so he could feel loved and protected.

He pulled away from the kiss only when breath demanded and lightly squeezed at Hawke still gently held. "Yes...show me, love." He wanted to feel those beautiful words Hawke had gifted him traced into his skin under his champion's fingers and lips.